Hey guys! I've really been inspired, so here is chapter four. Seriously, guys, this is new. I don't really come up with chapters this fast. Weird.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the PJO characters!

Reyna's POV:

Attack, dodge, attack again.

The cheering of the crowd, the clash of our swords, and the soft pant of each one of us rattle my eardrums.

Percy slashes at me, and I sidestep out of reach. I lunge my sword at Percy, and he gracefully dodges. Fighting like a true graceus, Percy attacked from every angle, not even trying to fight like a disciplined Roman.

But don't underestimate me. Daughter of the war goddess herself, I wasn't the easiest opponent, either. In fact, if it wasn't for Percy's quick reflexes, he'd already be on the ground, defeated, hours ago.

I quickly glance to watch the green-eyed boy, concentration etched on his face. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His eyes glinted with a hint of focus, and he did this odd thing of biting his tongue slightly when he raised his sword to attack. I almost smile, as most girls of the cohorts would find this "cute". But, regardless of what I thought, I had no time to think anyways.

Percy was relentless in his attacks, and soon enough, both of us are drenched in sweat. Finally, in what seems like forever, Percy lounges his bronze sword at me, and I sidestep easily to my right. For the few seconds I catch him off guard, I arch my Imperial gold sword in the air, and with all the remaining strength I can muster, bring it tumbling down with such force on Percy's sword, it lands on the floor with a soft thud. A loud cheer erupts through the crowd.

His head snaps up to me, and his eyes are wide with surprise. I smile triumphantly, and hit his chest hard with the hilt of my sword. Percy stumbles back, and lands in the grass in front of me. I hear him softly moan as he clutches his chest, and I grin, letting my sword drop beside me. I walk towards him, and crouch down next to him, smirking, "See? You are not the only one that can fight dirty, graceus."

Percy's brows tug together in frustration, and he smiles forcefully. Then he does something unexpected. He grabs my wrist and pulls on me, so I plummet down and land on his chest. "Percy!" I hiss, raising myself up slightly with my hands. Percy smiles mischievously, and leans up so his lips brush against my ear. "That, Reyna, is how to fight dirty," he whispers.

For some reason, his hot breath alone that radiates across my neck is enough to make all the hairs on my neck stand straight up. I realize I'm slightly blushing as he pulls away, making sure to brush his lips with mine in the process. I glare at him, as I stand up, not even lending a hand. I also fix my face into a cold stare again, so the other people will not notice I was blushing.

"You, you intolerable, irresponsible, reckless boy! I just… I cannot stand you!" I shout, pushing him with force on his chest.

His hands lock on my wrists, and I fight the urge to blush again. He easily pushes them off me, and I let them hang at my sides again, my fists clenched.

I look up to see the crowd has disintegrated and gone up to their respective barracks. Even Annabeth has left, who was walking warily in front of a reassuring Hazel who was mumbling about how 'Percy will be fine, but needed to work out things with Reyna,'

Finally, when everyone has left, I turn back to Percy, who is still grinning stupidly. "Stop smiling like that!" I hiss, starting to hit him again.

But then I don't know what overcame me, because instead of punches flown at Percy, my hands tangle in his black hair and I kiss him roughly.

Percy immediately kisses me back, and the taste of saltwater filled me again. It was nostalgic, and reminded me of my previous kiss with him. I pour all my anger and frustration out as our lips move together, in synch.

When we pull apart for air, an awkward silence settled between us. Percy speaks first. "Uh, I, uh…" he mumbles, his right hand on the back of his neck. I turn my face as cold and emotionless as possible.

"This never happened," I cut him off, in a serious tone, "nor will it happen again." Percy nods in agreement, and turns to walk away. I stare at him as he leaves. When he's gone, I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Finally, I make my way to my principia was well.

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"This never happened," I cut him off, in a serious tone, "nor will it happen again."

It's been three weeks now. Three weeks since Percy and mine's second kiss, but surely not the last. Ever since then, we've been mysteriously kissing every time we've had the chance- during the morning, our free time, behind the temples, or during the night, when everyone's asleep.

It's crazy, I know. Oh, gods, do I know. Then why do we still do it? Frankly, I don't know why. I mean, the cons obviously run over the pros. Trust me, I ponder about this every night.

Percy has a girlfriend. Con.

Percy separated me from my sister. Con.

I hate Percy. Con.

Percy has caused several years of my childhood a living hell. Con.

I hate Percy. Con.

So why am I kissing him?

Because it's just that; kissing. No broken promises, no doubts, and best of all, no love. My stomach clenches with nausea just at the thought of the word.

I can't just fall in love with a guy who's taken, I mean, how absurd! I know I will lose that battle, so there is no hope, no heavy feeling of loss when he picks her over me, because I've known that all along.

And Percy? Well, I don't know about him. But when I crash our lips together, he doesn't seem to reject them. He has never spoken about it, and Jupiter forbid, I never bring it up. So in silence, we always seem to know when either one wants to break away from the crowd and just vent out.

Although, our way of venting is not normal. Or healthy, for that matter.

But here we are, kissing and embracing wildly, trying to grasp onto something that will never exist.

And we like it that way.

So my promise remains intact and unbroken. But some dark voice at the back of my head chuckles, and says, amused, "For now."

And they're right. This going to backfire on me. I just know it.

Aaanndd, there goes chapter four! I hope you liked it, and I hope you REVIEW! :)

-The TimeMachine